The Gateway (Poem)

I stand at threshold of the path.

The gateway stands before me.

I look once, twice, and yet again.

At first glance, I see a plain simple structure.

Then it appears rich, bejeweled, and ornate.

On third look, it transforms back to an ordinary entrance.

Will I pass through to start the journey?

Yes, and yes, and yes.

All I have to do choose to begin.

One step, one breath, one life at a time.

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